serendipity

viii- something

There's something sweet

About the way you smile at me

Like we have a secret only we know

Or with the way you share your chocolate with me

There's something familiar

With you letting me crash on your couch

Or you knowing how exactly I like my coffee

There's something terrifying

About the way the angry yelling sound sharper behind the closed door of my room

Or the sound of glass shattering that wakes me up at night

There's something comforting

About the soft pattern of the rain against my window

Or with the way your warm palms can relieve the tension from my shoulders

There's something unnerving

About being so dependent on someone other than myself

But there's also something redeeming

With letting go and stop trying to be so strong all the time, even only before this one person

There's something funny

About saying I hate the whole world

Or about thinking that I'm done for good

Only to have someone change all this seemingly without even trying

There's something sad and endearing

About seeing you cry like a little kid when you're drunk

Or for once having our roles reversed and getting you to open up and show your broken self

When everyone things you're this golden boy that has it all easy

There's something satisfying

With the way your fingers interlace with mine and fill all the gaps

Or with how you can hear me rambling about my favourite books

Without telling me to shut up even once

There's something special

With the way my head fits in the crook of your neck

Or your lips kiss away the sadness and make me sound so cliche' when I try to express my feelings

There's something devastating

With watching your retreating back as you walk away

Or with the intensity your words still resonate off of my very bones

There's something maddening

About being alone

And it's worse knowing that I had something precious and I let it slip right through my fingers

There's something...until there's nothing at all